MTL - Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 659 Reversed with the blood of the tyrant, devouring the dragon crocodile!

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"who is it-"

"Who dares to be an enemy of my Luyang Xianchao!"

After shouting several times, several figures rushed towards the Slaughter God War Puppet.

At least it is also Da Luojin Wonderland!

A series of golden snares, condensed with fairy light, rushed towards the huge God-slaying Battle Puppet.

A group of great Luo Jinxians joined forces, and without the power of the immortal king, they would absolutely be unable to resist.

But at this time, the immortals in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm have been blocked from the Immortal Burial City.

In the distance, on a flying boat above the sky, the golden armored warrior standing on the deck let out a cold snort.

He was ordered to conquer the Falling Rain Immortal Realm. If it wasn't for the imminent prosperity of all realms, there would be no more destruction and occupation of a realm among all walks of life.

"boom-"

All the fairy lights hit the God Slayer War Puppet.

But it wasn't the way everyone imagined to directly crush the war puppet.

But the war puppet was slightly shocked, and all the immortal lights were extinguished.

A golden light flashed in the war puppet's eyes, and he raised his hand again.

"Rewind—"

"Bold, if you dare to hurt my Daluo Jinxian of Zhaoyang Immortal Realm, I will make your life worse than death!"

Ahead, an old man in a black robe let out a low shout, and without hesitation, the golden long knife in his hand slashed at the puppet's head.

Obviously, he wanted to cut the war puppet in half with one blow.

People from Zhaoyang Immortal Realm cannot be killed by others, but he can kill them.

It's that simple.

"Kill!" The war puppet let out a low roar.

With one punch, all the Da Luo Jinxian figures in front of him were wrapped by the strong wind, and then tore apart.

"Peng—"

The fallen celestial light beam of Daluo Jinxian shines, illuminating the world, so that thousands of miles of heaven and earth will be fed back with celestial light.

The power of heaven and earth vibrates.

"Om—"

On the Immortal Burial City, black figures emerged one after another.

war puppet.

These are the defensive forces in the Immortal Burial City.

Streaks of fairy light emerged from these battle puppets, matching the power of the God-slaying war puppets below.

"boom-"

The God Slayer War Puppet's body shone with golden light.

That fairy lord's blow to the head was directly blocked by the Slaughter God War Puppet raising his arm.

The light of the knife shattered, but the God Slayer and the Battle Puppet were unscathed.

In the next moment, the God Slayer War Puppet rushed out.

He rushed towards the strong Xianjun.

His body turned into three feet, with a long golden stick in his hand.

"call-"

The long stick carried an irresistible howling wind, intertwined with the power of heaven and earth, and turned into a tyrannical lion.

This is Dahuang's method of warfare.

In the wilderness, pure power is emphasized.

God Slayer Battle Puppet is best at mobilizing pure power.

The expression of that immortal monarch powerhouse changed, and when he wanted to back away, his complexion suddenly became extremely ugly.

His body was locked by the opponent!

It was the combination of spirit and physical strength that suppressed his spirit.

The other party obviously couldn't see how advanced his cultivation was, so why did he have such means?

He naturally didn't know that this was the tyranny of Dahuang's cultivation methods.

There are disadvantages in Dahuang's way of cultivation, but in terms of combat power, it is stronger and more tyrannical.

If you can't hide, just fight.

The Qingpao Xianjun snorted coldly, and raised the long knife in his hand.

The knife light directly turned into a flashing electric light, which was so fast that it seemed to directly split the world in front of him.

He really can do it.

A strong immortal king can break through this world together.

"boom-"

The light of the knife collided with the golden light of the long stick, and there was a loud explosion.

Then, streams of golden light exploded towards the surroundings, turning into flowing clouds and drifting away.

The origin of heaven and earth has escaped!

This blow broke the world!

This is the power of the immortal king!

The other party is also a fairy!

The strength of God Slayer and War Puppet has long been stronger than that of Xianjun.

But he couldn't comprehend the rules, and he didn't have the blessing of luck, so he could only rely on strength.

His defense is terrifying, and his attack is not weak, but he still can't reach the battle strength of the immortal.

However, in the realm of the Immortal Monarch, God Slayer and War Puppet are invincible!

"boom-"

The body of the powerful immortal from Zhaoyang Immortal Realm was directly sent flying.

The shattered long knife fragments turned into streaks of golden streamers, shooting towards the surroundings.

"Go back!"

Someone in the battle formation exclaimed.

"Attack." A voice sounded from the Immortal Burial City.

Standing in the distance, Han Muye looked at the City of Burying Immortals with a slight smile on his face.

Standing on the city of burial is Xu Wei.

This Confucian and Taoist genius has now reached the Golden Immortal Realm in Immortal Dao cultivation.

His greatest talent is not just practice, but governance.

Taking charge of the city of funerals for Han Muye, Xu Wei's talents will be displayed to the fullest.

Whether it is the contact with all parties in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm, or the transactions with other Immortal Realms, or even the attack with the God Realm, everything is under control.

Over the years, although the Immortal Burial City has been keeping a low profile, it has become the most powerful force in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

The reputation of those old big forces is still loud, but they know that they were abandoned by the City of Burial Immortals earlier than their strength.

Burying Immortal City, Yunlan City, and Dripping Blood Cliff, the three places are connected in a line, and they are all controlled by Yunlan Sword Immortal.

The city of Burying Immortals is strong, the city of Yunlan is rich, and the cliff of dripping blood is dangerous.

"boom-"

Following Xu Wei's order, groups of black-armored soldiers and puppets rushed out from Buried Immortal City.

As the battle formation gathered, a phantom of ten thousand feet above the army's head emerged, attacking and killing the retreating army formation outside the city.

The Slaughter God War Puppet shouted violently, his body strength was involved in the battle formation, arousing endless immortal light, and he punched out with each punch.

The sky and the earth exploded, and the military formations in front were broken one by one.

Combining the power of war puppets with the Immortal Burial City is the most powerful means of the Immortal Burial City.

"You wait, my Zhaoyang Immortal Realm Luyang Immortal Dynasty will definitely destroy your Fuyu Immortal Realm—" the golden armored warrior standing on the flying boat uttered harsh words, and then led the broken army out of the sky.

Down below, many military formations and strong men also attracted Xianguang to leave the Rain-covered Immortal Realm.

As these people left, many celestial lights rose from below, and the powerful sects of the Bloody Battle Sect, Sword Sect, Tianyao Sect, etc. stepped into the Immortal Burial City.

Obviously, these people were blocked at their own door before and couldn't get up at all.

After the Rain-Fuying Immortal Realm rose from the Immortal Burying City, its strength became stronger and stronger. It formed alliances with many fairy realms and attacked several fairy realms.

It's a pity that since Yunlan Daozong was calculated by the God Realm last time, and almost buried the entire Rain-covering Immortal Realm, after the Taoist sect split directly, the overall strength of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm has dropped a lot.

This time, in the face of the attack of the powerful fairy world, they can only rely on the city of burying the fairy to resist.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal."

On the top of the city of burying immortals, someone exclaimed.

Everyone turned their heads and saw Han Muye standing on the deck of a flying boat with a calm expression on his face.

The Slaughter God War Puppet has also returned to the deck.

Xu Wei, who was standing at the head of Xianxian City, had a trace of emotion on his face, and said with a smile, "If you don't come back, this city will be lost."

Hearing his words, Han Muye let out a long laugh.

"If you want to lose the Immortal Burial City in your hands, they are not qualified."

Han Muye was not flattering Xu Wei.

At this time, 10% of the power in the city has not been used, and all kinds of powerful battle tools are useless for the immortal king.

It was obvious that Xu Wei wanted to use the power of the Immortal Burial City to slowly wear down the opponent's strength.

In the absence of an absolute strongman, this method is very stable.

Xu Wei also laughed out loud.

In today's Burial Immortal City, there are already more than twenty strong immortals.

The previous Immortal Ziyu, Tutian Yaowang and others were all elders in the city, plus a group of immortals from Tonghe Immortal Realm, they are already senior figures.

In the entire Rain-covering Immortal Realm, no sect has so many immortal masters.

In addition to the three immortals in Yunlan City and the seven immortals in Dripping Blood Cliff, Han Muye's power in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm has reached thirty.

This kind of huge power can already rule the entire Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

When Han Muye returned to the City of Burial Immortals, the Jianzong sect advocated Guangyuan, the grand elder Yuchen Xianjun of the Yunlan Taoist sect and others all came to meet him.

Although these former overlords of the Rain-covered Immortal Realm would not bow their heads in front of Han Muye, they were still on equal terms.

This is the world of practice, where strength is the most important thing.

Han Muye didn't have much communication with the various forces, he just finalized the elite meeting, and then went deep into the main hall to start retreat.

Said it was a retreat, but in fact he was taking stock of his own cultivation and the strength and resources at hand.

Now, his cultivation base has reached the peak of the fairy king, but if he wants to step into the fairy king, he needs to integrate the rules of this world.

It's just the realm.

For Han Muye, true strength has never been in the realm of cultivation.

His physical strength has been tempered by the Great Desolate World, and it is already unimaginably tyrannical, comparable to a divine beast.

This is still the body of the dragon crocodile that he has not merged with on the side of Dripping Blood Cliff.

Apart from physical strength, Han Muye's sword practice has already surpassed the realm.

There is probably no one in the world who can practice swordsmanship that can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

From the memories of various inherited swords, Han Muye has been unable to find a strong man that he can take a fancy to.

Kendo, invincible.

Han Muye's three Primordial Spirit Swords can be used by him now.

His soul power has reached the same level as that of the Immortal Venerable.

Controlling Kunwu, controlling the Great Wilderness, and nurturing thousands of swords are all the time for the improvement of his soul power.

In this world, even the Immortal Venerable does not have the opportunity to refine his soul like him.

The three swords of the primordial spirit are combined into one, the way of the sword is combined with the power of the soul, and the intent to kill is combined with the power of the flesh and blood.

Han Muye didn't know how powerful he could display in the end.

If the level of these powers is not enough, the rules in his hands are four, and there are dozens of other scattered powers of rules.

Most importantly, he still has the power to measure calamity in his hands.

The cyan breath of calamity circulated, as if it wanted to destroy the world.

After so many years of cultivating in the Ruins Realm, Han Muye is not unstoppable about the power of Measuring Tribulation.

No matter how powerful the people in this world are, it is difficult for them to control the power of calamity.

It is purely a coincidence that he has this power to measure calamity.

But this trace of measuring power can become his trump card.

"Hey, measure your power, you're such a monster." Seeing the blue aura in Han Muye's hand, the golden bird started chirping again.

Not to mention, although this golden bird is noisy, it is also one of Han Muye's trump cards.

With the addition of the True Spirit Bone Sword that gathers hundreds of true spirits and patterns, Han Muye already has some expectations about whether his own power can compete with the strongest forces in the God Realm.

Throwing the golden bird aside, Han Muye raised his hand, and the golden light flashed in front of him, surrounded by immortal light.

Most of Shenjing, Xianlingshi, Huangzhu and Tianyuanzhu were reserved for Mu Wan and Huang Zhihu.

But over the years, the profits from Yunlan City and Xianxian City have been sent to him, which is huge.

Quantity doesn't matter anymore.

The accumulation of hundreds of millions cannot be measured by quantity.

These wealth are the envy of any immortal.

Especially the transaction of the Immortal Burial City, outsiders don't know the details at all.

Who would have thought that behind the City of Burying Immortals was the transaction with countless realms of the entire Zhoutian world.

All kinds of materials and treasures are circulated in the Immortal Burial City, and finally become the wealth of the Immortal Burial City.

Treasures that are hard to find in the fairy world can be seen everywhere in the city of burial.

There are also millions of bloodline beads sent from Dripping Blood Cliff.

The bloodline bead is urgently needed in the God Realm, a treasure that suppresses the body of the dragon crocodile.

These treasures are common in the God Realm.

Except for all kinds of wealth, those fairy treasures and supreme treasures can attract the strongest of immortal kings to compete for each of them.

A alchemy tripod and a sword with a handle.

There are a total of two hundred and thirty-two celestial swords.

The Five Elements Sacred Furnace hadn't been united yet, mainly because Han Muye didn't want to have another broken mouth by his side.

Dozens of other various immortal treasures and supreme treasures.

After putting away all the treasures, Han Muye waved his hand.

A crystal long ruler appeared in front of him.

"Measuring the sky ruler, tsk tsk..." The golden bird poked its head in and its eyes lit up.

Measure the ruler.

This is the treasure in the hands of Tongtian Immortal Venerable back then, and it is also a treasure that existed in the prehistoric era.

Immortal Venerable Tongtian scattered all the treasures, and this supreme treasure was obtained by Immortal Venerable Wanhua.

The power to shatter heaven and earth.

There is a rule in the measuring ruler, which is the power to break through the sky.

This is different from the Kunwu Golden Sword.

The power of the Enlightened Beast is space, and this ruler is purely for breaking through space.

Break open the world.

With the power of measuring the sky, it is possible to break through the Zhoutian God Realm.

Taking stock of his own strength, Han Muye felt at ease.

As long as he moves forward step by step like this, he can reach the pinnacle of the world, before stepping into that gate.

After putting away all the treasures, Han Muye finally walked out of the secret room with his whole body in silence.

"Brother, the Xuanjia Sect of the God Realm can't hold on anymore." Zhao Chen stepped forward and spoke in a low voice.

The reason why Zhao Chen and Bai Suzhen returned to bury Xiancheng together was because there were many transactions that needed to be controlled.

Zhao Chen controls the transaction in the City of Burying Immortals, while Bai Suzhen still collects swords from various parties, and collects the swords containing the memories of various powerful people, and gives them to Han Muye.

Han Muye has no shortage of wealth in his hands, these swords are placed in the Wanhe sword box, which can become his combat power.

Qingming and Ziyan's twin swords are now the best of the fairy treasures. With the power of the sword box, I am afraid that not many people among the fairy kings can resist it.

Han Muye's methods were more prepared for the battle with Xianzun.

In the fairy world, there are no rivals.

His enemies are in the God Realm.

His enemy is the other amount of robbery.

"Xuanjiazong?" Han Muye smiled.

To be honest, Xuanjia Artifact Refining Sect was miserably cheated by him.

Several transactions, as well as the Five Elements Stove, these are the foundations of Xuanjiazong, but he dug them up.

He also directly took the last Tianhuang War Puppet and gave it to Xiang Lingshuang and the others.

Zhao Chen said that Xuanjiazong couldn't hold on because the last time he fought against the puppet at Blood Dropping Cliff to show his power.

The power of the Tianhuang War Puppet swept across, causing heavy losses to the army of the God Realm.

All parties in the God Realm are now putting pressure on Xuanjiazong to hand over the Tianhuang war puppet.

But how can Xuanjiazong have a battle puppet of Tianhuang level now?

They were still waiting to recover the war puppet from Han Muye.

Zhu Cheng's message from Xuanjiazong was persecuted by all parties, and Xuanjiazong was on the verge of splitting.

"Give them three million divine crystals." Han Muye waved his hand.

"Let Zhu Cheng support the situation, and slowly take the Xuanjiazong into his hands by the way."

"How many **** crystals are needed later, you can figure it out."

Xuanjiazong has so many refining furnaces.

There are so many refiners.

The key point is that Xuanjiazong has inheritance and weapon refiners who can refine all kinds of armor and war puppets.

As long as there are enough spiritual materials, although the Great Desolation Armor and the Great Desolation War Puppet cannot be refined, there is no problem with the natural level.

Han Muye made various arrangements before to deliberately bring down the Xuanjia Sect in order to hold the Xuanjia Sect in his hands.

"Brother, don't worry, Xuanjiazong will become yours in a short time." Zhao Chen's face was full of smiles.

He has longed to enter the Xuanjia Sect, and spread the Xuanjia Sect's business all over the Zhoutian God Realm.

With so many refining masters, it's really frustrating to see that the business can't be done.

The Nine Profound Sword Pagoda is not far from the main hall of the Immortal Burial City.

Now without Coach Lin and the others, the sword tower is much deserted.

Bai Suzhen kept the exchanged swords every day, and the high quality ones would be sent to Han Muye.

"Senior Brother Han came just in time, this sword is a bit strange."

Holding a long sword in her hand, Bai Suzhen happened to walk out of the sword pavilion.

This sword is more than three feet long, and the whole body is golden.

Han Muye reached out to take it, and gently grasped the hilt of the sword.

The sword is named Chuyu, it is three feet five inches long and weighs three thousand five hundred catties.

There is nothing fancy about the forging method.

A trace of surprise flashed across Han Muye's face.

He understood why Bai Suzhen said the sword was strange.

The aura emanating from the long sword clearly did not appear in other sword weapons.

Some, decayed, but there is still a trace of new life?

The spirit of the fairy poured into the sword body, and the long sword vibrated lightly.

One picture after another appeared in Han Muye's mind.

Not Zhoutian God Realm!

A golden sky-supporting battle armor appeared in the picture, and the bodies of divine beasts were suspended, forming a world!

What a world!

A Taoist with a long sword fled away, practiced, enlightened, and finally stepped into a decayed door of light.

From the light gate, he came to Zhoutian God Realm and lived in seclusion.

He kept passing back his location, but unfortunately there was no response.

"I really found the world opened up by the galaxy universe back then..."

One hundred thousand years ago, the Taoists whispered in their mouths and passed away secretly.

Playing back the images in his memory over and over again, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

Those golden armors are the original armors that shattered the prehistoric world back then.

The bodies of those divine beasts are the divine beasts that were kidnapped back then.

The world that was so powerful that it could shatter the prehistoric world has also fallen?

It can be seen that there are very few people in that world who can control the prehistoric level of armor.

More people can only survive on the body of the beast, relying on the power of the disappearance of the beast to practice.

There are so many prehistoric battle armors that can only be left empty, and no one can refine them later.

Those practitioners need tens or hundreds of people to control the armor.

As for the prehistoric war puppet, it can only be placed in the warehouse because it consumes too much.

Practitioners in this world called Xinghe Universe miss the glory of the past and search around for the world they ruled back then.

They want to use the power of the worlds they ruled back then to continue the dominance of the galaxy universe.

The Taoist named Zhang Yuling was looking for the Great Desolation that had been ruled in the past, and traveled through the teleportation land to reach the Zhoutian God Realm.

Zhang Yuling's sword was found later and sent to a small sect in the God Realm.

Some of Zhang Yuling's belongings are also in that sect.

Remembering these messages, Han Muye put away his long sword.

Asking Bai Suzhen to continue collecting sword weapons, Han Muye left the Jiange and quietly left the city.

I discussed with those beasts in the Great Wasteland before. Although the origin of the calamity is unknown, it will not affect another universe.

Han Muye was curious about how the Galaxy Universe was arranged to teleport to this universe without collapsing.

Also, if the Xinghe universe has fallen, how much power does it have to seal the dragon and crocodile?

Is the mark in Kunwu still useful?

Thinking of the power of Fengzhen Dragon Crocodile, Han Muye's heart moved, and he accelerated his flight speed.

Yu Jian went straight into the cliff of dripping blood, and stepped into the secret place in the cliff of dripping blood, he finally sensed his soul of killing sword.

"boom-"

When he stepped into the secret place, the blood evil power in the whole secret place boiled up.

Sure enough, the power to suppress the dragon crocodile has long since declined, and it is all due to the accumulation of the power of countless practitioners in later generations.

If the dragon crocodile dared to break free, it would have been able to get out long ago.

It's a pity he didn't dare.

He is afraid of attracting the coming of the strong in the galaxy universe world again.

Perhaps, the suppressed Tongtian Immortal Venerable who is far away in the God Realm doesn't know this?

If he knew, would he be willing to be suppressed?

Han Muye raised his hand, and the huge long tail of the dragon crocodile in front of him slowly melted away, and finally turned into a long golden mace and landed in his hand.

"Om—"

With the long mace in hand, the physical strength belonging to the dragon crocodile poured into his body.

This is the power of a super overlord-level beast in the prehistoric era!

Even if Han Muye used his sword-slaying soul to refine it, he would not be able to exert a ten-thousandth of the power of the dragon and crocodile body at this time.

"How much money have you accumulated, brat..." The golden bird flew up, and slapped Han Muye's shoulder hard with its wings.

A golden Golden Crow flame penetrated into Han Muye's body, suppressing the surging blood force.

"I can't hold back for long, you need to find the power that can suppress the evil spirit of the dragon and crocodile."

The golden bird shook his head, and said with some regret: "This power is too strong, and it was the overlord of the wild back then."

"I feel like you can't have complete control, and you have to give up in the end."

Looking around, the golden bird whispered: "Look, those guys who broke the wild back then failed to take the body of the dragon crocodile away in the end."

How strong were those people from the galaxy universe back then?

In the end, it was not that the body of the dragon crocodile was not brought back.

It is really that the dragon crocodile is too powerful to be controlled at all.

Han Muye had already ignored Jinniao at this time.

There was a golden light in his eyes, and the Golden Crow Divine Flame was activated to the strongest.

Behind him, three swords of primordial spirit shine.

A huge phantom of a long-horned green bull emerged.

Kui Niu controls the existence of Thunder.

Then, the Tyrannical Divine Beast suddenly appeared, hissing up to the sky.

Reversed with the blood of the tyrant, devouring the dragon crocodile!

The golden bird stared at the hissing Baxia with wide eyes.

"You, you are crazy, Baxia's bloodline is originally inherited from the dragon crocodile, how could you—"

Having said that, he has shut up.

Because in front of him, Han Muye really urged Baxia's bloodline to continuously attack, quickly refining the power of the dragon crocodile.

The soul in the body of the dragon crocodile has long since left~www.novelbuddy.com~ and became the Immortal Master of Tongtian.

At this time, this body only has the power of the flesh and blood, and it is completely dead.

If Han Muye hadn't experienced in the wilderness, hadn't faced those divine beasts, hadn't controlled Kunwu, and hadn't condensed the real spirit bones, he wouldn't have dared to devour the body of the dragon crocodile.

But now he has no fear of the prehistoric overlord!

"boom-"

The prehistoric battle armor appeared and was directly put on the body.

At this moment, the prehistoric battle armor was completely awakened.

With the power of the battle armor, suppress the dragon crocodile, dominate the bloodline, and devour it against the trend!

"Madman..." The golden bird shivered, but spread its wings, and transformed into a golden crow with hundreds of golden true spirit patterns shining, falling towards the illusory place behind Han Muye.